Lobster claws

Hands in front of wrist
Scissors like lobster claws
The kid snips and snips
Piece by piece
The film he's cutting
Is all from the past
And opposite the truth
Like a sweet angel
Sitting across the subway car
From some homeless hopeful
Masturbating
at the thought of his past
I pray that the girl
Get my same lobster hands
And get him
Right at the source of his falsely
Hopeless masturbatory past.


So the kid dumps his negatives
In the circular file
And recites a line from
The. Butterfly effect
I don't need that stuff I know who I am

And his subtle flapping
Of his newfound but long constricted wings
Creates a movement
That becomes his own future
A hurricane that he recognizes
When he's old and done.
As the butterfly effect.
Jireh. ¤